Female-dominated society: My husband is clingy and I can't shake him off

Li Mo'er stared at the flames at the bottom of the pot, lost in thought.

If she's here, that's fine, but if the original owner comes back one day, wouldn't Su Yanli be plunged back into that miserable life?

Li Mo'er added some more firewood, and an idea quickly flashed through her mind.

To save Su Yanli, she'll play the "bad guy" for once.

"Gurgling..."

The porridge in the pot started to bubble, and Li Mo'er quickly lifted the lid, took a look, and saw that it was cooked.

She put the lid on the pot, then turned off the heat at the bottom, and let it simmer for a few minutes.

Feeling that it was about time, Li Mo'er began to serve Su Yanli porridge. Although it was called porridge, it was mostly rice.

Li Mo'er took the bowl to Su Yanli's room.

This time, she was prepared and knocked on the door in advance.

Su Yanli was staring motionlessly at the ointment on the table, unaware that it was already dark.

He only snapped out of his daze when the knocking sounded, and quickly hid the ointment under the blanket.

Then, after adjusting his mood, he opened the door for Li Mo'er.

Li Mo'er was holding a bowl, grimacing as she waited, her fingers fidgeting back and forth.

It's so hot! I should have waited for it to cool down a bit before bringing it to him.

Hearing Su Yanli's footsteps, Li Mo'er controlled her expression and tried hard to ignore the temperature coming from the bottom of the bowl.

Su Yanli opened the door and saw Li Mo'er with a calm expression, holding a bowl of steaming porridge in her hand.

Su Yanli was somewhat confused; he didn't know what Li Mo'er was up to.

"I cooked porridge for you."

Su Yanli blocked the doorway, forcing Li Mo'er to speak up; if she stood there any longer, her hands would become too familiar with the place.

"Huh?" Su Yanli didn't react for a moment and let out a soft question from her throat.

Su Yanli stared blankly at the bowl of white rice porridge. There was almost no soup in it, it was all rice. Even Li Mo'er usually only drank half a bowl of rice.

Was this bowl of porridge really for him? Could his wife be plotting something? Did she suspect something?

"Impossible!" Su Yanli shook his head. He had been so careful that his wife couldn't possibly have discovered him.

Su Yanli didn't know what Li Mo'er was planning, and he couldn't make any rash moves for fear of exposing himself. He could only lower his head and turn slightly to let Li Mo'er pass.

Li Mo'er hurried into the room and quickly placed the porridge on the only old and worn-out table in the room. She did not notice Su Yanli's actions, only knowing that if this continued, Su Yanli's claws would be cooked.

Li Mo'er glanced at Su Yanli, who seemed a little uneasy standing by the door, and said, "I'm going back to my room first. Remember to drink your porridge."

Su Yanli stared blankly at the bowl of steaming porridge on the table, unsure whether she should believe Li Mo'er.

Although Li Mo'er seemed to be nicer to him today, he dared not try it easily.

Li Mo'er was unaware of Su Yanli's thoughts. She returned to her own room, which was much better than Su Yanli's room, with a nearly new table, three stools, and a large bed over two meters long.

Su Mo'er lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. She couldn't understand how she ended up here.

Without a system, and not knowing where the plot is going, you can only take it one step at a time.

"Sigh~" Li Mo'er sighed. If she were alone, she could just wait to die. But why did Li Mo'er have to have a husband?

Li Mo'er scratched her head in frustration. If she had known she would be here, she would have studied harder.

Well, even if she studies hard, it won't change anything. Her major is useless here. She can't just ask anyone, "Do you need explosives? Plenty."

Not only would she be considered crazy, but more importantly, she doesn't know how to make explosives.

Li Mo'er is now filled with regret. Why did she choose chemistry? She should have chosen history, or at least archaeology.

Perhaps she was too tired today, because Li Mo'er closed her eyes and fell asleep while thinking.

When she woke up, it was already noon the next day, all thanks to the biological clock of a college student who was giving up.

Li Mo'er got up, but there was no toothbrush or soap, so she could only wash up quickly. She glanced at Su Yanli's closed door and assumed that Su Yanli had not gotten up yet.

Li Mo'er thought that she should hurry out while she didn't have to face Su Yanli.

The moment she stepped out of the house, Su Yanli's door opened.

In fact, Su Yanli had woken up quite early, but knowing that Li Mo'er never got up early, he made breakfast and went back to his room. He didn't come out until he heard the door open.

"My lady, breakfast is ready. Would you like to eat now?"

Li Mo'er silently withdrew the foot that had stepped out the door. She really didn't know how to get along with Su Yanli and just wanted to go out and find Li Lin.

But for some reason, she still went back as if possessed.

Su Yanli brought the food to the table, but Li Mo'er had no appetite at all when she looked at the only plate of green wild vegetables in front of her.

Is this family so poor? There are only two bowls of plain porridge on the table, and even just one cornbread, plus a small dish of wild vegetables.

In fact, Li Mo'er didn't know that she had cooked these two bowls of porridge last night. Su Yanli hadn't touched them, and this morning he added water and cooked them again.

Su Yanli carefully observed Li Mo'er. Usually, Li Mo'er only liked to drink and eat meat. Whenever she saw these things, she would frantically overturn the table and turn away.

These cornbreads were made with the last bit of coarse flour in the house. Besides that, all we had was less than a bowl of rice at the bottom of the jar.

Li Mo'er frowned, picked up the bowl, drank the porridge, put it down, and was about to leave when she saw Su Yanli staring at her.

She thought Su Yanli wanted her to eat the cornbread. She had already searched the kitchen thoroughly last night and knew how much grain the family had.

She pushed the cornbread in front of Su Yanli, saying, "You eat it, I'm not hungry."

Li Mo'er found Li Lin, wanting her to take her to town to see if there was any way to make money. After all, she couldn't stand eating only white porridge and wild vegetables every day, and Su Yanli also needed to supplement her nutrition.

In the town, Li Mo'er followed behind Li Lin, looking around curiously. On one hand, she was curious about how this place differed from modern times, and on the other hand, she needed to find a job to support her family.

It's pitiful that she, a college student who hasn't even entered society yet, has to come out and suffer the harsh realities of society just to support her family, and she's supporting someone else's family.

The town was bustling with vendors, and the street stalls were filled with a dazzling array of goods, mostly food and accessories such as hairpins and handkerchiefs.

Li Lin looked at Li Mo'er, who was staring at the sugar figurine with curiosity, his eyes filled with pity and sympathy.

Poor Mo'er, she really doesn't remember anything. She used to never bother looking at these little sugar figurines.

Li Lin waited patiently beside her, looking at Li Mo'er like a mother looking at her own silly daughter.

Li Mo'er stared blankly as the stall owner finished drawing a dragon, and exclaimed in her heart: "Damn, that's amazing! If I knew this skill, I wouldn't starve. I should have learned a skill even if it killed me."

Li Mo'er once again felt deep regret for her past life.